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The kiss intensified, and we were like two heated creatures clawing at each other. He offered, and I took. When I offered, he growled like a beast. I loved how he devoured me. Possessively. Hungrily. I surrendered to his ravenous mouth and his skillful tongue. His curious hands explored my breasts, ribs, and stomach, igniting another fire that had me trembling for him. The heat escalated, and I gasped for air. His open mouth dragged over my face and down the column of my neck.

I wanted more of him. The muscles in my inner thighs tightened. Heat burst in my center, blooming to every crevice of my body. My legs trembled, and I slid my arms around his neck, clinging to stability. My fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer.

I’d never felt this overwhelming need to be close to someone. I didn’t understand it.

He lifted me with powerful arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I’m going to fuck you all night.” He sucked my bottom lip as his hands cupped my ass, carrying me away from the wall.

“Okay,” was the only word that escaped me.

Arousal flooded my mind and blurred my ability to communicate properly.

Arrow dropped kisses to my jawline and pressed his hot lips to the pulse on my neck. I panted from trying to keep up with the furious energy between us. He tossed me onto the couch, smirking like a wolf ready to feast. When he shoved my jeans off, a whisper of cold air skimmed down my body. The searing heat from his gaze chased the chill away. He stared at my yellow underwear with hearts all over. Embarrassment flushed through me. I should have worn a solid pair or lacy underwear.

“Adorable,” he said, dropping to his knees. He pressed his face to me, inhaled, and kissed me through the underwear.

The visual of it almost undid me. I’d never watched a man adore me the way he did. With my past relationships, the intercourse started right after our clothes were off. But Arrow was taking his time to discover me, which did something to my heart.

He nudged my thighs apart and palmed my core, massaging my bud tenderly while his gray eyes darkened like a storm. I loved that I was the reason for the transformation on his face. He was an intense man with so many facets—dark, tender, thoughtful. But I also sensed a ruthless side that called to me. I was a lucky woman to experience this sexy enigma of a man.

When his fingers played with my bud through my underwear, I moaned, writhed, and turned into a gooey mess.

“You like me touching you, Tulip?” His voice was decadent sin, dripping down my body. Each sizzling drop was like an otherworldly kiss that seeped into my skin, traveling all the way to my heart.

“Yes,” I whimpered, gripping the couch cushion for stability.

My underwear flew off, landing on the floor. His face was so close to my sex, and I could feel his breath caressing me. I should be insecure about what he saw, felt, and smelled. But I was too aroused to even care.

“Beautiful. Sexy. All mine,” he crooned.

I made a sound full of plea and something else.

He smiled. “A wine lover can taste all the secrets in wine. I want to taste all your secrets.”

His thick tongue swiped over me once, twice, watching me respond. I cried, bucked, and desperately wanted more. His hands held my thighs in place as his tongue worked its magic.

“Fuuuck, Vivian. You taste so good.”

Heat, need, and lust flooded me. My body levitated. Or was I hallucinating? My fingers dug into his thick hair, and my eyes rolled back, absorbing the wonderful sensation coursing through me.

“More.”

I didn’t know the request came from me until he lifted his face and smiled. “Don’t worry, Tulip. I’m giving you everything tonight.”

He buried his face between my thighs and feasted like a starving animal. Need spiraled in me, pushing me closer to the edge. Higher and higher until nothing held me back.

“Arrow!” I cried as a powerful surge of bliss whipped me over the edge.

“That’s right, baby.” His tongue intensified.

Unfamiliar sounds of ecstasy poured out of me. Was it a groan, a moan, a growl?Jeez.I didn’t recognize my own voice.

My body quaked as I slowly descended back to reality. But he kept eating me as liquid fire leaked out of me.

“You’re a sex god, Bullseye,” I said, thinking I could live my life like this forever.

Hepressed kisses to my thighs.